December 31, 2016

Mike Dickenson: Death is...

Death is but a dream and life is merely the daydream of death.
/Mike Dickenson/

December 29, 2016

William Feather: No man...

No man is a failure who is enjoying life.
/William Feather/

Forrest Curran: Your life...

Your life is your artwork and you are to paint life as a beautiful struggle. With your brush, paint the colors of joy in vibrant shades of red. Color the sky a baby blue, a color as free as your heart. With rich, earthy tones shade the valleys that run deep into the ground where heaven meets hell. Life is as chaotic as the color black, a blend of all colors, and this makes life a beautiful struggle. Be grateful for the green that makes up the beautiful canvas, for nature has given you everything that you need to be happy. Most of all, don`t ever feel the need to fill the entire canvas with paint, for the places left blank are the most honest expressions of who you are.
/Forrest Curran/

December 28, 2016

December 27, 2016

Debasish Mridha: Never stop...

Never stop learning, when you stop learning, life stops.
/Debasish Mridha/

Sandra Chami Kassis: You never...

You never understand life until it grows inside of you.
/Sandra Chami Kassis/

December 25, 2016

Bono: One Life,...

One Life, with each other, Sisters, Brothers...
/Bono/

December 24, 2016

Matthew Donnelly: All joy...

All joy lies in the present moment. The journey of life and prosperity are made of the present moment.
/Matthew Donnelly/

December 17, 2016

L.M. Montgomery: My life...

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
/L.M. Montgomery/

December 16, 2016

Paulo Coelho: When we...

When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not yet ready. The challenge will not wait. Life does not look back. A week is more than enough time for us to decide whether or not to accept our destiny.
/Paulo Coelho/

December 15, 2016

Herbert Spencer: [L]et us...

[L]et us not overlook the further great fact, that not only does science underlie sculpture, painting, music, poetry, but that science is itself poetic. The current opinion that science and poetry are opposed is a delusion. ... On the contrary science opens up realms of poetry where to the unscientific all is a blank. Those engaged in scientific researches constantly show us that they realize not less vividly, but more vividly, than others, the poetry of their subjects. Whoever will dip into Hugh Miller`s works on geology, or read Mr. Lewes`s ?Seaside Studies,? will perceive that science excites poetry rather than extinguishes it. And whoever will contemplate the life of Goethe will see that the poet and the man of science can co-exist in equal activity. Is it not, indeed, an absurd and almost a sacrilegious belief that the more a man studies Nature the less he reveres it? Think you that a drop of water, which to the vulgar eye is but a drop of water, loses anything in the eye of the physicist who knows that its elements are held together by a force which, if suddenly liberated, would produce a flash of lightning? Think you that what is carelessly looked upon by the uninitiated as a mere snow-flake, does not suggest higher associations to one who has seen through a microscope the wondrously varied and elegant forms of snow-crystals? Think you that the rounded rock marked with parallel scratches calls up as much poetry in an ignorant mind as in the mind of a geologist, who knows that over this rock a glacier slid a million years ago? The truth is, that those who have never entered upon scientific pursuits know not a tithe of the poetry by which they are surrounded. Whoever has not in youth collected plants and insects, knows not half the halo of interest which lanes and hedge-rows can assume. Whoever has not sought for fossils, has little idea of the poetical associations that surround the places where imbedded treasures were found. Whoever at the seaside has not had a microscope and aquarium, has yet to learn what the highest pleasures of the seaside are. Sad, indeed, is it to see how men occupy themselves with trivialities, and are indifferent to the grandest phenomena?care not to understand the architecture of the universe, but are deeply interested in some contemptible controversy about the intrigues of Mary Queen of Scots!?are learnedly critical over a Greek ode, and pass by without a glance that grand epic... upon the strata of the Earth!
/Herbert Spencer/

December 12, 2016

John Banville: Still the...

Still the dream persists, suppressed but always there, that somehow by some miraculous effort of the heart what was done could be undone. What form would such atonement take that would turn back time and bring the dead to life? None. None possible, not in the real world. And yet in my imaginings I can clearly see this cleansed new creature steaming up out of myself like a proselyte rising drenched from the baptismal river amid glad cries.
/John Banville/

Chris Crutcher: ...we can...

...we can say we love each other if my life is better because you`re in it and your life is better because I`m in it.
/Chris Crutcher/

December 10, 2016

V.S. Carnes: It was...

It was a question of insurmountable proportions. A single word that held every fear he had ever had-and every wish he had ever made on those cursed stars. She needn`t say more. In a single syllable, she had said more than he wanted to hear in an entire lifetime.
/V.S. Carnes/

December 07, 2016

Steve Maraboli: Your agreement...

Your agreement with reality defines your life.
/Steve Maraboli/

Helmut Walcha: Bach opens...

Bach opens a vista to the universe. After experiencing him, people feel there is meaning to life after all.
/Helmut Walcha/

December 06, 2016

Nakia R. Laushaul: There will...

There will come a time in every girl`s life when she realizes that your ex-girlfriend wasn`t crazy. Actually, she was right (about you).
/Nakia R. Laushaul/

Donald L. Hicks: If you...

If you Love all Life you observe, you will observe all Life will Love.
/Donald L. Hicks/

December 04, 2016

Rachel Carson: Those who...

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature -- the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.
/Rachel Carson/

Jacques Yonnet: But this...

But this is something you need to know: when you find a place that suits you, where you decide to go back to often, to meet your pals there, if you want to feel at home and not discover some snag at the wrong moment, sit yourself in a corner, write letters, read, try and eat there, and watch what goes on for a whole day. At least twice during the day, and three times if the place is open at night, there`s that moment of ?temporal void?. It happens every day, at the very same hour, at the very same minute, but it varies from place to place. People are talking, letting their hair down, having a drink together, and all of a sudden, the moment of silence: everyone turns stock still, with their glasses in the air, their eyes fixed. Immediately afterwards the hubbub resumes. But that moment when nothing?s happening - it can last five, ten minutes. And during that time, outside and everywhere else, for other people life goes on, faster, much faster, like an avalanche. If you`re prepared for it, and take advantage of that moment not to be fazed and to have your say, you`re certain to be heard, and if necessary even obeyed. Try it. You?ll see.
/Jacques Yonnet/

Sarah Dessen: Well, it`s...

Well, it`s true that I have been hurt in my life. Quite a bit. But it`s also true that I have loved, and been loved. and that carries a weight of its own. A greater weight, in my opinion. It`s like that pie chart we talked about earlier. in the end, I`ll look back on my life and see that the greatest piece of it was love. The problems, the divorces, the sadness... those will be there too, but just smaller slivers, tiny pieces.
/Sarah Dessen/

December 03, 2016

Amit Kalantri: The meaning...

The meaning of life is not celebrating your birth, it is celebrating your work.
/Amit Kalantri/

December 02, 2016

Debasish Mridha: Oh! let...

Oh! let me love forever. Let me die in love. Life is valueless dust if love touched you never.
/Debasish Mridha/

December 01, 2016

Eugene O'Neill: Why am...

Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colors of earth and sky and sea? Why am I afraid of love, I who love love?.. Why was I born without a skin, O God, that I must wear armor in order to touch or to be touched?
/Eugene O'Neill/